212 Gala and Confession

Sakura

June 29, 8:15 pm, London, England

Sakura flashed a smile at the door attendant as he looked up from the tickets they had just given him. She squeezed Katsuo's arm a little tighter, causing his body to stiffen a little. She desperately wanted to open up her clutch handbag and take out her phone to check the time, but Katsuo insisted that they were fine.

"It's perfectly acceptable to arrive a little late for events like this in England," he explained. "In fact, it's expected."

Even so, Sakura's Japanese sensibilities were screaming at her to get in quicker. After all, it wasn't just about arriving on time. They had a meeting with this Weatherspoon man at 8:30, and this was cutting it a little too close for Sakura's liking. She quietly took in a deep breath, trying to calm herself.